Olivia was in her study, engrossed in her comic work. Rather than sitting at the desk, she preferred to huddle up on the sofa with her laptop.

Dylan walked over and gently set aside her laptop before expressing his worry.

"Why don't you work at the desk? Sitting like this isn't good for your blood circulation!"

Olivia lifted her gaze to look at him when she heard his words.

She preferred the comfort of casual attire at home, evident in her choice of black trousers and a simple white T-shirt, complemented by a shawl. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, adding to her allure.

Dylan placed her laptop on the desk.

He then leaned in to kiss Olivia on the lips, whispering, “Back then, you would have given me a piece of your mind for such an interruption. But now, you are treating me with such courtesy, almost like a stranger."

Olivia's response was equally soft yet carried a hint of retort.

"Well, back then, you weren't my ex-husband either."

Dylan looked at her meaningfully.

Suddenly, his expression became unfathomable.

In addition to the affection evident in his eyes, there was a subtle hint of desire.

As a mature woman, Olivia understood that returning to the past with Dylan was unlikely. She sensed his struggle to restrain himself during their kiss.

In the past month, he had had to suppress his desires by taking cold showers on several occasions since he was turned on but didn't want to force her.

As soon as their eyes met, her heart began to race. Sensing the intensity of his gaze, she quickly searched for an excuse to escape.

“I'll go check on Leyla."

But before she could rise from her seat, Dylan caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

With one hand securing her, Dylan closed the door behind them.

The door closed softly.

Before Olivia could utter a word, Dylan dipped his head, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

Her shawl slipped down from her shoulder, draping like clouds onto the sofa. Then her body was gently placed on top of it.

Dylan cupped her neck, pressing his lips to hers in a fervent embrace.

With deft fingers, he unfastened her shirt, his touch skillful and deliberate.

Olivia grasped his arm, her voice husky as she interjected, “Dylan, it's too fast."